soledad penadés

How many times have I read this one? I'm not sure. I read it every few years, and I always seem to realise something new I didn't notice before.

On the surface, the incoherence and the rambling style, plus the oddities of the argument (counting sucking stones?!) makes it funny. On second and third reads, a sort of uneasiness starts to develop and you begin connecting things together, drawing parallels between the two parts of the book. Or so you think; it's hard to find any official confirmation of your suppositions because Beckett never provided any.

Of all his books I've read, this is by far the most enjoyable.